Best Woollen Poems

We'd laid old George to rest the week before,
at ninety-one he now rejoined his wife,
no heirs to his estate, so one thing more
to do, and...

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“People of the world don’t look at themselves, and so they blame one another.”
- Rumi


He struggles to forget
that little boy anticipating his hero's return.
Staring out...

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Daffodils blooming,
Robins tweeting in trees,
Pollen is looming,
Sky falling like seas.

Atlanta’s warming -
Bless it’s peachy heart.
Isn’t it charming,
The chill will not part.

Can’t put my clothes away.
Winter...

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I have nothing left
from when I was small.
Nothing
     Nothing
          Nothing at all.

I...

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I'm an enlightened 
equinox, strolling in
faded universe, 
dreaming poetry in
susurrus serenades 
of rustling 
ruby-leaves which
whisper cool 
beamish hues
to my autumnal-
quartz heart, 
when the nucleus 
of...

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Time moves on forward fast,
Like rapids hurtling unheedingly headlong
Towards a sheer deep cascade,
And plummet down below in a mighty roar
To flow relentlessly towards the infinite...

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Now With Increasing Darkness O'erhead

Bleating at the rain, the despondent sheep
Their days and nights aching in blinded sleep;
Til masters, their dominated lives take
With true evil,...

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I'm denuded from the extravagant
When the breeze, gliding icy scent
The season of valentine, birds chirping in their nest
Whence I'm stepping on paradise, on the cold...

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Crocheting needles waved her fingers from a self-disclosed mind

Texture and pattern set lines like predictive text and autocorrect

Wool over her eyes would know how to...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Three

Note:  I do hope it’s clear to readers by now that – strictly speaking – in these...

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I awoke one cheery summer morn
and watched the gentle breeze waft the fields of ripening corn
At once I saw the peasant girl off the common
through...

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THE SANDS OF TIME

We stop-- unquestioning the expertise of our Game ranger
focused--examining sand and road for tracks
Uncomprehending, we ponder waiting for clues he may disclose...

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Did you ever see a cow with a green eyebrow
Wow! Hope you sought some help
Did you ever see a llama, wearing pink pyjamas
Something more serious...

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My husband is naughty a very naughty man
He throws down the newspaper on top of his beer can
He buys himself a sandwich in a cardboard...

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When the woollen industry died,
the reservoir that fed the old mill,
became disused.
The water meadow at its head
became a swamp.
Developers,
who want to build houses everywhere,
take one...

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